Logs:Friendly Interrogations and Evasions
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| RL Date: 22 October, 2015 |
| Who: Lycinea, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lya and Tela finally have a chance to catch up, if only for a moment. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| It's awkward; Lycinea isn't the type to pretend it isn't as she arrives with the sizeable stacked trays to replace the food kept on hand for the exhausted/frazzled/otherwise-occupied weyrlings. Her face is set in displeasure as she eyes the couple of pairs in the training cavern at this lunch hour, only shifting briefly to a glower to discourage a curious green and her lifemate from making any kind overture. After that, she keeps her eyes on her work, clearing the dirty trays to take back with her, setting out the new ones, ignoring the rest of the awkward world around her, a world she so clearly doesn't belong in for lack of a lifemate. That's when Telavi comes in from the inner cavern, not disheveled only by dint of tight, precise braiding-- though some straying hairs are signs of having been slept in-- and... no, actually, she is disheveled, if only by comparison to her usual self. "Oh, Lya," she says. "Thank you." The prepared glower eases off as Lya's eyes lift to find the familiar face of the person addressing her. Instead, it becomes an assessing look over. The way the younger woman's nose wrinkles paired with her, "They don't give you time to get a bath?" means she hasn't missed the smells inherent of caring for twelve baby dragons and their novice lifemates. Telavi probably doesn't smell the most in the room, but she is the nearest. Telavi looks at her. She looks. And then her hands fall to her sides as her eyes crinkle up, not in the good way, but as though she just might be squinching away tears. "I got a bath," she says. "Yesterday. There is no getting away because it clings." "Gross," is Lya's opinion on that. A brief glance slides to her shoulder as if that might have been enough for her to hand the thing over to Telavi and have done with all this nonsense, but probably in her life she's seen worse. "It's not your fault," is an attempt at sensitivity. It's all those dragons. Or maybe the golds' for making them. I suppose you could go on and blame the bronzes that sired and their riders, too. Spread the blame around, have plenty of people to be mad at." Instead of Lya who pointed it out. "I don't want to be mad," Tela says. "Or blame. or-- could I have that? And," changing the subject, but also changing to something better, "how was it being gone? I kept looking for you when I heard you were back, and they kept saying you were somewhere else." Like a plot. Food is probably a better way to be sensitive at this moment and so Lya's twist and reach to the stack of fresh trays produces a plate to be offered to Telavi with fruit, vegetables, and a roast wherry sandwich. Probably, the plates are put together like that to encourage sleep-deprived weyrlings (and WLMs) to remember to eat their greens. "Sit down, Tela," is encouragement for the greenrider to take a load off, and her tone is meant to be soothing (but really is just not abrasive) when she says, "I looked for you too," in a reassuring sort of way. "Being away was different. Not easy, most of the time." Telavi starts to take it, stops, looks at her hands, and then with relief takes it all; she does sit down, then, right there on the nearest chair. "Tell me more?" she requests; in the meantime, she's got to eat. Lycinea makes the unfinished task of clearing the dirty trays and stacking them onto one another her distraction as she sorts how to fulfill Telavi's request. "There was no slacking off, not really, not like we know it here. There were celebrations and just-- not quite celebrations?" How to describe the experience. It makes her pause as she struggles to find the right words. "So time off, to be enjoyed, collectively, to keep morale and just occupy the shadows and chill. But not time to slack. Everyone worked. Everyone had a role. Everyone had something to teach, if you could get them to." Telavi's starting to look entertained right around 'not like we know it here.' She's eating, and now again glancing back towards where weyrlings might appear any second now, but while she has Lya and a little time-- "What did you learn?" she wonders. "Is that like, oh, embroidering while we talk?" "A lot of little things," is fairly evasive as answers go, but Lycinea doesn't seem about to elaborate beyond, "Mostly the sorts of things you'd expect a person to learn traveling around with traders." She stacks another tray and then moves to set out the fresh ones properly. "It's a bit like embroidering while we talk. I did get better with my sewing while I was gone. I actually made a dress out of scraps I bartered for. I was hoping you'd take a look at it for me. I haven't wanted to wear it anywhere because I'm not sure about the workmanship." Then abruptly, probably because of lingering self-consciousness, "Anyway, what have you been up to this last turn?" There's a bit of twitchy brow, but Tela lets evasiveness go; her glance shifts to the dishes, to the not embroidering, between bites. "Maybe I should travel with traders sometime," she says; maybe she has, but it's not for long, not as herself, not the same. "And I'd love to see. Just don't bring it anywhere near here; I'll have to pry myself away," yes please, "and tell me what you think you'll do with your hair for it, too? I like what you've done now." Kohl. Beads. And put together the way she is, even for running around. "This last Turn..." the pause is only to think: what's this Turn, and what's last? "Maybe," though the way Lya's brow buckles dubiously suggests that she doesn't suspect someone attached to a dragon would have much luck with that long term. "When you have time," easily dismisses the needs of the moment. "We can-" she starts, but then there's the inevitable interruption: a blue pair shuffling out and bee-lining however slowly toward the fresh few. "Catch up more later," is the quick finish and then Lya's offering a bolstering smile to her friend before she flees. Some friend~ |
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